My last day in Milwaukee was a special one, and not just because I had another opportunity to visit Miller Park.
I was also getting a chance to meet up with my longest-standing Twitter friend, Craig Wieczorkiewicz, also known as the Midwest League Traveler. We’ve talked regularly on Twitter dating back to 2011, which is when he started his website and when I was in the second year of The Ballpark Guide. He was among the first 50 people I followed on Twitter and I have the unusual honor of being the first person Craig followed on Twitter outside of each of the MWL teams. (These details are important to know in case they ever come up in a trivia game.) So, yeah, we go back pretty far. But, even through we’d had countless Twitter exchanges, DMs and emails, we’d never had the opportunity to meet up. There were a few times that we tried to sync up trips that never panned out, and in 2014, we were both in Syracuse at the same time but didn’t get a chance to meet.
Craig was the first person I contacted when I planned my trip to Milwaukee, knowing that he lives less than two hours from there, and I was thrilled when he confirmed that he’d be able to take in a Brewers game with me on the last day of my visit.
My first two Miller Park experiences gave me plenty of opportunities to explore the park, which was good because I knew that visiting with Craig would be more of a “find somewhere to sit and blab our faces off” visit than a ballpark exploration one. Our plan was to meet up well before the gates were scheduled to open so that we could get in line to eat at the Friday’s restaurant located inside of the ballpark. I’d purposely avoided checking out this eatery during my two previous visits, and found myself thinking of it several times as game time approached.
The day itself was fairly quiet for me once again. Instead of doing a bunch of touristy things, I mostly stuck around my hotel, the Potawatomi Hotel & Casino. As I’d done throughout my visit, I frequently enjoyed looking at Miller Park in the distance. On this day, though, I took out my zoom lens and snapped this photo of the park:
As much as I was enjoying keeping an eye on the ballpark, I was also enjoying the environment immediately around me. This hotel was easily one of the most impressive that I’ve ever had the fortune of visiting, and not only because it’s such a convenient choice for baseball travelers. Beyond its prime location and the numerous on-site amenities that I enjoyed throughout my stay, the room was outstanding. My photos don’t do my room justice, so I’ve decided not to show them here. If you’re curious, though, check out this link to read more about the rooms. Beyond being spacious, having a super-comfy bed and a roomy bathroom, my favorite feature were the window blinds. The entire ballpark-facing side of the room was a window, and drawing the blinds was as easy as pressing a button on the wall to shut out the sun and turn the room dark. (If you’re wondering if I may have possibly overused this fun feature, I plead the fifth.)
Throughout the day as I waited for Craig to arrive, I kept an eye on the Marquette University fields that were visible from my room. They’re quiet here, but there were several times throughout the day that they were in use with school teams practicing lacrosse and soccer on this perfect autumn day:
Eventually, I met Craig in the lobby of the hotel and we drove over to Miller Park together in my rental car. We made a beeline for the Friday’s door as soon as we parked, and despite my worries that we might not be early enough to get a spot toward to the front of the line — I tend to overdo things in the early department sometimes — Craig repeatedly convinced me that we were in more than enough time. Soon enough, we were standing here …
… and, most importantly, there were only a few people in line ahead of us.
Friday’s at Miller Park has ample seating, but the coveted spots are the “outside” tables. Fans who get into the restaurant first generally choose to sit outside, so being too far back in the lineup outside could relegate you to an inside seat at the restaurant — still cool, but not nearly as exciting as an outside spot. When the doors finally opened, we headed inside and there was no problem getting an outside spot. Craig was right all along, and I was relieved. As we were about to sit down, I snapped this panorama to show the view from our table:
The Brewers were taking batting practice when we first arrived at our table, but left the field just a moment later. That was no concern, though. The home team takes BP first, so I knew that the visiting Cincinnati Reds would soon be headed to the cage — and hopefully hitting lots of home run balls our way.
I took advantage of the empty outfield to snap this shot of the view to my left:
Check out how close we were to the field!
Before we ordered, I took this shot of Craig and me …
… and then we got down to business getting acquainted and, of course, talking baseball. It’s tough to think of a better place to finally meet another baseball fan than exactly where we were sitting. Things got even more exciting — and a bit challenging, to be honest — when the Reds began to hit. I hadn’t taken a glove on this trip, simply because it never fits in my carry-on luggage, so I definitely had to be attentive to balls when they were hit. It was a juggling act to have a conversation while also watching the action on the field, and the challenge intensified when our food arrived.
I’d ordered a beef dip sandwich, and was hungry enough (and possibly distracted enough by watching BP) that I took a few bites of it before I realized that I’d failed to snap a photo. A first-world problem, granted, but in all of the 170+ other ballpark food photos that I’ve shared on this blog, I’ve always documented my food with a photo before digging in. The OCD side of me bristles with the idea of having one food photo in which the food is partially eaten, but I’ll share this shot anyway:
I can categorize the meal as “fine.” Nothing to write home about, but not bad, either. What was several steps above “fine,” however was the combination of the view and the company. As an introvert, I can sometimes feel a little anxious about meeting new people, especially if we’ll be spending a few hours together. But I was thrilled at how naturally Craig and I got along — which I suppose makes sense, given the amount of time that we’ve been Twitter friends. We chatted non stop about baseball, blogging and many other things that don’t start with the letter “B.” And, all the while, we were both digging the view. As we talked, I’d occasionally grab my camera and document the view from different vantage points. For instance, when I looked up and to my right, I had an outstanding view of the upper deck and the enormous glass panels:
Early in the BP session, four Reds wandered over and stood on the grass right below us:
This proved to be the biggest source of action we saw the whole time we were at Friday’s, believe it or not. There were a couple of home runs that entered the restaurant several tables to our left, but otherwise, no baseballs came remotely close to us. I was absolutely blown away by the lack of home runs, as I’d figured we’d have no trouble snagging a few balls between the two of us. The lack of baseballs did nothing to dampen the fun, though, and the Friday’s at Miller Park definitely goes down as one of my favorite ballpark eating experiences because of its uniqueness. I definitely recommend that you check it out when you visit this stadium.
Eventually, we wrapped up our meals and headed out to the concourse of Miller Park. The first thing that I wanted to do was take a look at where we’d been sitting from the perspective of the seating bowl, so we went down into the seats in the left field corner where I took this photo:
Our table was directly above the “YS” in Fridays; the person wearing the red T-shirt is a staff member who was preparing our table for the next group.
I knew that we’d be spending more time during the game sitting than walking around like I usually do, so I wanted to continue to check out the ballpark’s sights until we found a place to sit. Before we headed up to the concourse, I took this shot of the seats in right field, which clearly shows the variety of seating options available in that part of the ballpark:
Given that this would be my last visit to Miller Park on this trip, I knew that I once again needed to visit the Brewers Authentics kiosk to investigate more game-used pants options. Craig did a fairly good job of keeping his eye rolls to himself as I hurried us to the display and babbled about the pants that I’d bought two days earlier. I tend to take forever to make decisions involving baseball memorabilia, but didn’t want to make Craig stand idly by while I indecisively browsed others dudes’ drawers. Luckily, I’d scoped out another pair of pants two days earlier and knew that I’d buy them if they were still around during my next visit. Fortunately, they were, and I was soon the proud owner of a pair of Darnell Coles’ pants!
(For the record, that’s probably a line that has never been written in the history of everything.)
There were several reasons that I’d chosen Coles, the team’s hitting coach between 2015 and 2018. (He resigned just over a month after I bought his pants, but my sources say that my purchase of the pants had nothing to do with his decision.) In addition to the pants being of the throwback variety, which made them instantly special, Coles played 14 years in the big leagues — including two seasons with my favorite team, the Blue Jays. I remember watching him as a kid, especially during the 1993 season when the Jays were on their way to their second straight World Series title.
I didn’t take a photo of the pants at the game, but I definitely put them on when I got back to my hotel later that night and snapped this shot, feeling quite delighted that the pants matched my shirt:
(This photo was taken around midnight, or roughly three hours before I had to get up to catch a flight. I definitely wasn’t grinning then, nor was I still wearing these pants.)
Pants safely tucked into my backpack, Craig and I completed our walk around the concourse and then ascended to the upper deck to find a spot from which to watch the game. We chose a spot on the third base side of the upper deck, and in what was apparently a strange case of foreshadowing, I randomly took this photo of Christian Yelich on the video board when he came up to bat in the first inning:
Just a couple of hours later, Yelich hit for the cycle — the second time he’d done so during his 2018 MVP season, and Craig and I were pretty pumped to be there to see it. This was the first time I’d ever seen a player hit for the cycle in the big leagues in person. (I saw Adalberto Mondesi, then known as Raul Mondesi, Jr., hit for the cycle back in May of 2013 while playing for the Lexington Legends. You can read about that visit here, if you’d like.)
Craig and I sat in the upper deck for a few innings, and then moved to a spot in the outfield, where we had this view:
Midway through the game, I bailed on Craig for half an inning to meet Andy and Patrick, a pair of super-friendly baseball fans with whom I’d recently connected on Twitter. They’re Reds fans who were visiting Milwaukee from Indiana — and were impressively making the drive back home after the Brewers game. It’s always a thrill for me to meet people from Twitter at games, and Andy and Patrick are no exception — and I hope our paths will cross again in Indiana or elsewhere.
Then, I returned to the bleachers and met back up with Craig, and we remained in that spot for the rest of the game. Afterward, we drove back to the hotel parking structure and said our goodbyes. Craig began his ride home, and I headed into my hotel and began thinking about my next adventure — one that would begin well before dawn of the next day.
There’s always something fun about waking up on the morning of a travel day, imagining the adventure that will take place over the next several hours.
There’s also something fun about waking up in a city for the first time and knowing that travel isn’t going to be a part of the day’s activities. It’s that type of balance that keeps my baseball trips always exciting, and this latter type of day was what I faced on Saturday, September 15.
Having arrived in Milwaukee a day earlier and with already one Miller Park visit under my belt, I was excited to get back to the ballpark that I could see from my hotel room — but, in the meantime, I was pumped to spend the day finding fun things to see and do. The Milwaukee area has a wealth of activities to consider but, to be honest, I was looking to spend the day in a very low-key way.
That worked perfectly, thanks for the hotel at which I was staying. Being at the Potawatomi Hotel & Casino not only meant that I was just a short distance from Miller Park, but it also gave me plenty to see without ever leaving the property. After working on my blog a bit and having breakfast in my room — keeping an eye on Miller Park, of course — I decided to tour through the hotel and check out some of the areas that I hadn’t seen a day earlier. I spent a fair bit of time walking around the gaming floor, and while I’m not a gambling enthusiast, it was fun to see what a spectacle everything was. I also spent some time evaluating my options for lunch. The property has nine different restaurants, and while the buffet was definitely tempting, I also wanted to leave room for some ballpark food later that day. I ended up ordering a meal from The Pit, a sports bar on the premises, and taking it back to my room to eat. On this day, lunch was a meal called the Pit Burger — a burger that was topped with prime rib, bacon, steak sauce and provolone.
I spent the afternoon sticking pretty close to the hotel, other than a quick trip to a nearby Target to buy some provisions that I’d forgotten to buy a day earlier. I don’t have a picture, but you could clearly see Miller Park in the distance from the Target parking lot, which made for a cool backdrop that definitely added excitement to an otherwise mundane shopping outing.
Just before 4 p.m., I made the short drive over to Miller Park and set out to explore the tailgating scene. I’d seen a fair number of tailgaters a day earlier, but now that Saturday had arrived, they were out in full force. The scene was unlike anything I’d ever encountered at a ballpark. If you didn’t see Miller Park in the background, you’d easily mistake this for a college or professional football tailgating environment. There were scenes like this …
… and like this …
… everywhere I turned. I spent a fair bit of time walking through the various parking lots around Miller Park, enjoying the sights, but also the sounds and smells — namely, country music or sports talk radio blasting from car speakers and the ever-present smell of charcoal and grilled meats wafting through the air. Before I continued on my way to Miller Park, I noticed a sign for the Hank Aaron State Trail, which I knew was something that I definitely needed to check out. It’s a 14-mile trail that runs from the shore of Lake Michigan and west across the city of Milwaukee to the edge of the adjacent Waukesha County — including going right past Miller Park. I got on the trail here …
… and while I didn’t walk on it for long, I was happy to get the chance to check it out.
After my brief trail walk, I continued on to Miller Park:
If the sun looks bright to you in the photo above, I can assure you that it was. It was a perfect fall day with a mixture of warm sun and mild breezes that made me glad to be taking in a baseball game. I took a short look at Halfaer Field, which is a Little League field just a minute’s walk from Miller Park. I had this view of the kick ball tournament that was taking place:
How close is Halfaer Field to Miller Park? When I turned to face away from the Little League facility, this was my view:
Even with all of the time that I’d already spent in the area, I still had to wait a while longer for the gates to open. Rather than stand in line, I took a slow walk around the exterior of the park to check it out from different angles, like this one:
It’s funny, the above photo makes it look as though I was one of only a handful of fans in the area, but the reality is that there were probably a few thousand people tailgating just a few minutes’ walk away.
As I made my way around the ballpark, I also checked out the players’ parking lot:
There are obviously some staff members’ cars parked here — I don’t think anyone on the Brewers roster is driving a Camry — but there were definitely some sweet rides to check out. I love scouting out the players’ parking lot at different MLB stadiums whenever I have the chance. Cleveland always comes to mind as providing one of the most visible parking lots, as you can see it from both the concourse and from the sidewalk, but this one was pretty visible, too.
In my previous blog post, I talked about being in the outfield and enjoying the design of Miller Park. Specifically, I mentioned the windows on the ground floor and the openings above, which allow fresh air to flow into the park from outside. Here’s how that area looks from the plaza directly outside of the park:
See the various sets of railings below the Miller Lite Deck sign? I stood in several of those locations a day earlier.
I should also note that if you’re interested in snagging a baseball during your visit to Miller Park, it’s possible to get one by standing roughly in the spot from which I snapped the above photo. You have to be well over 500 feet from home plate in this area, but I definitely saw a couple of balls bounce off the outfield concourse and leave the stadium through these openings when I was inside of the stadium for BP a day earlier.
As for the windows along the ground floor, I approached one, peeked through and was surprised that I could see all the way to home plate. I could clearly see that the Pittsburgh Pirates were currently taking batting practice:
I instantly got obsessed with the idea of somehow snagging a baseball outside of the stadium, and stood well back from this wall and stared intently at it. I’m sure those passing by wondered what I was up to, but I figured that I’d answer their doubt by deftly running to catch a home run baseball.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen, and after standing in that spot for about 10 minutes, I decided to continue on my way.
I walked a short distance and looked up so that I could see Bernie’s Slide, which is located in left field and is one of the more memorable/quirky ballpark features across the big leagues:
As I stood there and looked up at the stadium, I was continually impressed with the transparency of everything. In my travels, I’ve encountered a ton of MiLB parks, even at the game’s lower levels, that go to considerable effort to prevent fans from seeing inside the park. The fact that the Brewers are encouraging people to see inside is a real treat, and an example that more teams should follow.
Soon enough, it was time not just to peek into the park, but to actually go in. I lined up right after I took the above photo, and was soon inside of Miller Park to begin my second visit. This was a giveaway day, and while I normally try to schedule my trips to avoid big promotions because big promotions mean big crowds that can sometimes limit my ability to explore the stadium so much, that was unavoidable on this trip. The giveaway was a throwback Brewers hat, which actually sounded sort of cool when I’d heard about it. The hat, however, left a little to be desired:
I couldn’t have ever imagined myself wearing this hat, so I left it on a table with the hopes that someone might pick it up and enjoy it.
To start this visit, I had a clear mission as soon as I got in — I quickly made it to a ramp, did a sort of half-walk, half-run all the way to the upper deck, and emerged into the seating bowl at this spot:
For those keeping score, that’s Bernie’s Slide behind the foul pole, and it was fun to see it from two uniquely different vantage points, just a few minutes apart. But I wasn’t in the upper deck to check out the slide. I had my sights focused on the Bob Uecker statue that sits in the top row of Miller Park, way up behind home plate. Being so close to the foul pole meant that I obviously had quite a trek to get to this popular Miller Park attraction, so I hustled through the seats in the direction of the statue. I could see that it was covered in a tarp, but a little over halfway through my journey, a stadium staffer emerged, climbed up to the statue and pulled the tarp off Bob. A moment later, I got there and was the first fan in the area. I snapped this shot of the statue:
And then took the seat next to Bob for a few minutes. It was no surprise to soon see some fans coming my way, and I asked the first one who arrived to snap this photo of me …
… before I took a similar photo of him, and then continued on my way.
By the way, if you have plans of grabbing the seat next to the statue and perhaps enjoying a bit of the game, here’s the view from that spot:
Because I was already in the upper deck, I took advantage of this spot to enjoy the view of Miller Park:
The sun wasn’t as bright as it had been a day earlier, which meant that it wasn’t as glaring in the outfield. That gave me a better chance to enjoy the view not only of the ballpark, but also of the space outside of it.
While I was in the upper deck, I gazed around me to check out any sights that I’d perhaps missed a day earlier. One thing that caught my eye at this point was the visual appeal of the glass and metal design in the upper deck, which you can see here:
As I’ve repeatedly stated, I’m not generally a fan of stadiums with roofs, but it’s hard to knock one that looks this sharp.
BP had wrapped up early, so with nothing to see on the field, I decided to spend a little longer in the upper deck. Since I’d entered it roughly at the left field foul pole, I thought it’d only be fitting to go all the way to the right field foul pole, so that’s where I headed next. From here, I had a good view of the video board, the Toyota deck to the right field side of it and the openings to the stadium’s exterior:
I moved a little farther through the seats until I was essentially in line with the first base line, and snapped this panorama to show the view from where I stood:
Just then, I noticed that the video board was showing a selection of fan photos from the previous day. I began to wonder if one of the shots that I’d tweeted out might appear. Then, seemingly right on cue, my big head appeared on the video board. I was able to quickly snap this shot, despite not being at an optimal angle:
If you look sharply, you can see me in the lower right. Some of you might recall that this isn’t the first time one of my pics made it to an MLB video board — I had a similar situation occur a couple of years prior at Coors Field.
Next, I decided to head back down to the main level, where I took a full lap around the concourse until the players came out to the field, and then went down to watch them warm up. When first pitch approached, I found a spot in the outfield, and that’s where I remained for the first inning with this view:
Just for fun, I’ve added an arrow to show the position of the Bob Uecker statue relative to the field and roof.
After the first inning, I started to browse some of the concession stands to find dinner for my second visit to Miller Park. Again, I was hoping to find something that suited the city or the state, and pierogies caught my eye. There are a lot of areas across Wisconsin with significant Polish populations; Wikipedia tells me that nearly 10 percent of the population of Milwaukee itself is of Polish descent. All this means that there was a pierogi concession stand, and it definitely caught my eye. Pierogies are one of my all-time favorite foods, and while I’ve had them at a number of ballparks, I’ve yet to encounter a truly memorable meal. Fortunately, that was about to change. I bought an order of bacon/sauerkraut pierogies, which looked like this:
Granted, the serving seemed a little small, but it was really good. If I had to nitpick, I’d like the bacon to have been a little crispier. Overall, though, the flavor of this dish was excellent and I’m glad that I found another winner.
I knew that I couldn’t resist another visit to the Brewers Authentics kiosk, so that’s where I headed next. I’d eyed up so many different game-used items each time that I’d previously browsed the kiosk, and knew that I had to pull the trigger on something. I’ve got a number of game-used jerseys in my collection, but the wide selection of game-used pants was really catching my eye. In particular, I was eyeing up the special pants that the Brewers wore in 2015 to pay tribute to the Milwaukee Bears, a Negro National League team that operated in 1923. There were several of these pants from a variety of players, but not from anyone who was really notable. I’d been talking to one of the kiosk staffers a day earlier, and he recognized me when I returned again. When I expressed some interest in the pants but lamented that there weren’t any bigger names, he told me to wait for a moment and started pulling some additional pairs out of a storage area. I reviewed the names and was surprised to see Francisco Rodriguez, who was one of the best closers in the game for several seasons. I couldn’t resist getting the game-used pants of a six-time all-star, and for $20, I think it was one heck of a buy. Resisting the urge to don the pants for the rest of the game, I headed to a seat in the outfield and checked them out once I sat down. I’ll have a dedicated post sometime later this off-season about all of the game-used gear that I’ve picked up over the last few seasons. For now, though, here’s the label inside of the waistband:
After carefully folding up the pants and putting them in my backpack, I snapped this shot …
… and watched a bit of the game from this spot. Then, I made my way back up to the upper deck, taking a seat not far from Bernie’s Slide:
I opted to sit in that spot for a few innings, and the short September days meant that before long, the sun was setting and Miller Park was quickly taking on an evening appearance:
It took a while, but Bernie finally made an appearance, holding up a sign that I couldn’t read from my vantage point:
(Full disclosure: I don’t really have any interest in mascots, but I like the unique slide feature at Miller Park and was anxious to see it in use.)
Alas, I did not see Bernie take a carefree slide down it, and after spending a few innings in that spot, I found a seat in right field and stayed there until the game was over.
With two games under my belt, I was glad that it wasn’t time to fly home just yet. On my next visit to Miller Park, I’d finally get a chance to meet someone with whom I’ve been Twitter friends for about eight years.
Less than two weeks after getting home from an outstanding visit to Atlanta, I was once again hitting the road — well, the sky, technically — for a trip that would take me to Milwaukee’s Miller Park, which is my 15th different MLB ballpark since 2010. If you’re keeping score, that means that I’ve finally hit the halfway point to getting to all 30 MLB facilities.
As usual, the day began early with a 3 a.m. alarm and a trip to Ottawa/Macdonald-Cartier International Airport. This time, I took a quick, 63-minute flight to Toronto Pearson International Airport, where I had just over an hour to catch my flight to Milwaukee. If you’ve ever flown through Pearson, you know it’s big airport. It’s the busiest airport in Canada, and the 11th busiest in North America — and that means long lineups. It also means that a layover of only an hour can be a challenge. Thankfully, my decision to get a NEXUS card two years ago paid off big time on this trip. As I got to the security checkpoint at Pearson, there were several hundred people in the “regular” line, and perhaps a dozen in the NEXUS line. I was more than happy to maneuver my way to the NEXUS line, knowing that there was absolutely no way that I’d have made my flight to Milwaukee if it weren’t for having this pass.
I cleared security and customs in less than 10 minutes, and was soon on my way to my gate to wait for my United flight to Milwaukee. I snapped this shot out the window of the terminal as I approached my gate — that’s my airplane straight ahead, between all the Air Canada planes:
My flight from Toronto to Milwaukee was only 95 minutes, which made for one of the shortest and easiest travel days that I’ve had in a long time. And, because Milwaukee is one hour behind Toronto, I touched down just before 9 a.m. local time. I’m not always a fan of attending a game on the same day that I travel, because it can make for a long and rushed day. But the early arrival meant that I’d have more than enough time to get my rental car sorted out, explore the city a little, buy some groceries and check into my hotel before heading over to Miller Park.
Speaking of food, you probably know that Wisconsin — the 24th different state or province to which I’ve traveled for baseball, by the way — is known for its cheese. You might also know, especially if you’ve read this blog for a long time, that I am a bit of a cheese lover. All that to say, when I stepped into the terminal of General Mitchell International Airport and immediately saw this display outside of my gate …
… I knew I was going to enjoy Milwaukee.
My early arrival time meant that it was nice not to have to rush through the airport. I took a little while to browse a Green Bay Packers merchandise shop, checked out a Harley-Davidson store and also toured through the Mitchell Gallery of Flight, an aviation museum inside of the airport. After wandering around the airport for a bit, I headed for the car rental area and picked up the ride that I’d be using for the next four days. For this trip, I picked up a Kia Soul — sort of an odd selection for someone who is 6’3″, but I have to admit that it was roomier than I’d expected, and pretty fun to drive.
The airport was less than 10 miles away from my hotel, but because I’d arrived so early, I knew that it was way too early to check in. I sought out a Guitar Center, which is something that I like to do when I travel, and spent a bit of time there, before visiting a Dick’s Sporting Goods and browsing for a while. Both stops ate up a fair bit of time, and by the time I’d eaten a quick lunch and stopped at a nearby Target to buy some water and snacks for my visit, I figured I’d test my luck at an early check-in.
The hotel that I visited for this trip was the Potawatomi Hotel & Casino. It’s about 1.5 miles from Miller Park, making it the closet hotel to the ballpark. After parking, I made my way through the enormous hotel, inquired at the front desk to see if my room was ready — and was relieved to hear that it was. I’d left everything in the car in case there wasn’t a room available, so I then made my way back to the parking structure, gathered up my backpack, suitcase and groceries, once again made the walk through the hotel and was seriously sweating by the time I stepped into the elevator — but thrilled to be checking in so early. Whenever I check into a hotel, my favorite thing is rushing to the window and seeing what the view is like. This is especially true of hotels that are close to ballparks, as I’m strangely obsessed with being able to see the park from my window. In this hotel, there was no need to rush to the window. One entire side of the room was made of glass, so the second I stepped through the door, I could see Miller Park — and that was an exciting feeling.
Here’s how the scene looked from my room:
Granted, it’s a little hazy in the distance, but Miller Park was unmistakable, and just seeing it made me pumped to go check it out. (By the way, the grass fields you see on the right are the soccer/lacrosse/field hockey fields for Marquette University, which were occupied for much of my visit to Milwaukee and fun to watch from my room.)
After checking in, I still had a couple of hours until I wanted to head over to Miller Park. Fortunately, I was staying in a place in which killing time wouldn’t be a challenge. I love staying in casino hotels, even though there’s no part of me that has an interest in gambling. In fact, over the course of my four-day stay, I didn’t wager a single dollar on anything. My interest in this type of hotel is that there are always things to see and do at any hour, and I soon set off to take a big walk through the building. I walked around the gaming floor for several minutes, checked out a bunch of the restaurants that I’d sample over the course of my stay and even toured the fitness center — a place that I didn’t spend much time in, although given all that I ate at Miller Park, that wouldn’t have been a bad idea.
Then, I went back up to my room and grabbed a chair by the window and just enjoyed the view. A handful of Marquette lacrosse players were practicing on the field below me, so they kept me entertained while I took regular glances at the ballpark in the distance.
Eventually, I couldn’t handle looking at Miller Park from afar any longer, and had to get over there. I’d been debating on whether I’d walk or drive to the ballpark, and while 1.5 miles isn’t a tough distance, I decided that driving would be the best bet. The drive, of course, took just a couple of minutes, and it was cool to see the ballpark in the distance for the entirety of the short trip. I parked my rental car in the cheapest lot and walked for a few minutes until I saw Miller Park just a short distance from where I stood:
I quickly moved closer to the park and then went around to the side with the sign so that I could snap this panorama of the glorious sight in front of me:
My plan, as always, was to walk around the ballpark a couple of times before going in. First, though, I snapped this sunny picture …
… and then set out to enjoy the sights.
One thing that I quickly noted is how much of a tailgating atmosphere was present at Miller Park. A few friends/fellow baseball road trippers had pointed out this feature to me in advance of my visit, and they definitely weren’t exaggerating. Although you don’t see a whole lot of people in the two above images, the parking lots were a happening place and getting busier by the minute. The tailgating culture at Miller Park is heavily influenced by the tailgating at Lambeau Field, home of the Green Bay Packers, which is less than two hours away. I should note that this game took place on a Friday, and the tailgating definitely intensified during the weekend games.
Another interesting thing that I noticed was the lineup of fans outside of the TGI Friday’s restaurant:
It opens before the ballpark’s gates open, so it’s a popular way to get in early. I wasn’t planning to experience this restaurant during my first visit, but had plans to do so three days later.
Next, I checked out some of the plaques on the Brewers Wall of Honor, which you may have noticed on left side of the image above, and then browsed the plaques commemorating the team’s all-time stars that were situated in the ground of the plaza outside of the park. Having been in Atlanta just a couple of weeks earlier and seen a bunch of Hank Aaron displays, it was fun to see Hammerin’ Hank again being recognized:
Although, I thought that it was unfortunate to see this plaque in such a state of disrepair. Wouldn’t you agree?
Speaking of Aaron, I also checked out his statue outside of one of the gates and snapped this photo:
(Want a shirt like the one I’m wearing? You can buy one here to wear on your next baseball road trip!)
Perhaps because I’d been to Atlanta so recently, SunTrust Park was in my mind as I walked around Miller Park, and I was definitely aware of the major differences in the areas that surround both ballparks. SunTrust has 1,001 things to see and do within a few minutes walk (or so it seemed) and that’s not the case at Miller Park. Short of tailgating, looking at the stadium and visiting the team shop, which I did before the gates opened, there’s not a lot of stuff to do. That said, I was really enjoying the contrast between the two locations. Miller Park’s “neighborhood,” for lack of a better term, felt very laid back — and on a mild September afternoon, that was just perfect for me.
I spent the next hour or so walking around the ballpark a couple of times, occasionally sitting on a bench to just admire the structure before me. As the park got closer to opening, I got in line about 10 people back from the front. It wasn’t long before the gates opened, and when they did, I entered the park into an area that had a number of large concession stands. I took a couple of minutes to browse their menus, but this was not a time to eat. As always, I wanted to get to the seating bowl to see the field for the first time. Because I could hear batting practice taking place, I navigated my way to the seats in right field, and hurried down to the front row. This was the view from where I stood:
There wasn’t a single other fan in this entire section just yet, which meant that if any Pirates hitter could smack a home run to left field, the ball would be mine for the snagging. That task proved to be a little much to ask, however, and after 10 minutes of seeing nothing closer than a ball that landed on the warning track, I decided to continue my sightseeing.
The next spot I visited was the Brewers Authentics kiosk, which offered as good a selection of game-used items as I’ve ever seen at a ballpark. (Which, of course, is both a good and a bad thing … and this kiosk would definitely have some of my money before I left Milwaukee.) Take a look at this photo of part of the display:
You can see game-used jerseys, pants, bats, baseballs and even some of the old suite signs from Miller Park. They also had clubhouse stalls set up with nameplates, uniforms, helmets and bases for sale:
Although I knew I’d need to buy something from this kiosk, I resisted the urge for a while and continued taking a walk around the concourse. When I got to the area behind home plate, I walked down to the cross-aisle behind the field level seats and took this panorama:
The sun was so brightly glaring off the windows beyond the outfield that part of this photo is washed out, but it still shows a number of cool things. I love how the Brewers display their retired numbers, which you’ll see high above either side of the video board. I think it’s one of the more visible positions in the big leagues, and I imagine that it’s inspiring for players to be able to sit in their dugouts and glance up at those numbers. You’ll also notice the retractable roof, which I was very glad to see open. In fact, it was one of the first things I checked when I saw the ballpark from my hotel window. I understand the value of closed roofs for games, but I love being able to see the sky while I watch baseball. Another thing to notice in the panorama above is the Friday’s restaurant, which is above the fence in left field. Here’s a closer look:
The restaurant has both “inside” and “outside” tables — the latter are behind the railing immediately above the “Fridays” and “State Farm” signage, while the inside tables are farther back, inside of the restaurant. As you might expect, the outside tables are a lot more popular and fill up quickly, and I’m pleased to say that I was able to get one on my last visit to Miller Park — which I’ll be detailing in a few blog posts from now, of course.
As I stood behind home plate and watched the Pirates hit, I have to admit that the idea of sitting in this restaurant during BP got me excited, so I walked around the concourse and found a spot where I could check out the view from behind an empty table:
This is one of the more unique ways to watch batting practice in the big leagues, isn’t it?
Soon after taking that photo, I was back on the move and walking through the outfield part of the concourse. One of the neatest things about the Miller Park design is just how open it is. Take a look at the following picture:
The field is out of sight to the left, and that’s the plaza outside of the stadium behind the windows on the right. I don’t know if I can think of another MLB park that uses as many windows, and it makes for a friendly, open feel as you walk along the concourse.
The next spot that I checked out was the Autograph Alley wall, which featured a huge selection of autographed balls:
It was quite an eclectic mix — in addition to signed balls from many baseball legends, there were also a ton of signed balls from Brewers fans located around the world, which I thought was a neat way to connect the team with its supporters.
I browsed the display of baseballs for a while, and then decided that I was time to grab some dinner. I’d frequently been thinking of my earlier perusal of the concession stands, and knew that I wanted to stick with some local fare for my first Miller Park meal. That meal came in the form of a Johnsonville bratwurst sausage on a bun:
Johnsonville is headquartered in nearby Sheboygan Falls, WI, which is less than an hour from Miller Park. A brat on a bun cost $5.75, but for an extra $1, you could get one with warm sauerkraut and “Secret Stadium Sauce,” so that’s what I chose. And I’ve got to say, of all the Johnsonville brats that I’ve eaten in my life, this one was easily the best. I can’t really put my finger on what made it better — and perhaps I was influenced by my surroundings — but this was a simple meal that I won’t soon forget.
After eating, I continued to explore Miller Park. The crowds were still pretty sparse at this point, so weaving my way through the concourse and checking out different seating sections and angles of the ballpark was easy. I spent a moment in these seats behind the left field foul pole …
… and then climbed a set of stairs up to the next level of seating, pausing to snap a shot from this little landing:
I mentioned the prevalence of the windows in the design of Miller Park earlier, and should add one thing. While there are lots of windows, there are also lots of open areas — spaces in which the glass panels slide out of the way, thus eliminating the barrier between the interior and exterior of the park. This was another feature that I enjoyed. As I walked around, the warm autumn breeze was evident at many points, and I spent several minutes in front of one of the openings on the second level of the park, enjoying watching the pregame action unfold behind me as I felt the fresh air on my back. From this spot, with my back turned to home plate, I also had a good view of fans approaching the park as first pitch got closer:
As is often the case when tailgating is involved, there are a lot of fans who don’t actually enter the stadium until after the game begins, and that was definitely the deal here, too.
Since I was already on the second level, I decided to go all the way up to the upper deck to watch the start of the game from that vantage point. Here’s how the scene was just moments before the teams took the field:
Tailgating-related absences aside, there were a number of empty seats throughout the stadium — which surprised me a bit, because this Brewers team was an exciting one that was on its way toward winning its division. I understand when September attendance dips in markets in which the team is out of the hunt, but I fully expected Miller Park to be a lot more crowded with the Brewers heading toward the playoffs. Anyway, the open seats meant that I had no trouble finding a spot to sit in the upper deck for the first inning. Afterward, I decided to go back down to the main concourse, and went straight for the Brewers Authentics kiosk again. Earlier, I’d done some preliminary browsing, but now I wanted to devote a little more time to finding an item that I wanted to buy. One item that caught my eye was an Orlando Arcia batting helmet, complete with a C-Flap, from Players’ Weekend:
This piece of game-used gear was listed for a cool $500, though, so I decided that I’d have to continue my search. I browsed a few more of the items and talked to one of the sales reps about some of the products on display, but decided not to buy anything just yet. I still had lots of time for that, I figured.
My next stop was one of the Culver’s concession stands, where I bought a cup of frozen vanilla custard. Culver’s is a fast food chain that is based in Wisconsin, so after my Johnsonville brat, I thought that it was only fitting to eat locally with my choice of dessert:
I must admit that I didn’t have high expectations when I ordered the frozen custard. For whatever reason, I figured it would simply taste like vanilla ice cream, but I was blown away at how unique this treat tasted. It definitely had a custardy taste, and while I won’t pretend to be enough of a food reviewer to describe what a “custardy” taste is like, I’ll definitely tell you that this sweet treat is the perfect dessert at Miller Park.
After eating, I decided to check out The Selig Experience, which many readers and people on Twitter/Instagram had wholeheartedly recommended to me prior to my visit. It’s an exhibit that tells the story of former MLB commissioner and longtime Brewers owner Allan (Bud) Selig, who was instrumental in bringing big league baseball to Milwaukee and keeping it there. Although I knew some of this story, there was a wealth of information that was new to me, and I found this exhibit to be hugely informative.
It took place in a small theater and was popular enough that there were frequent lineups when I’d passed by several times earlier. This time, there was no one in line, so I grabbed a spot and waited a few minutes for the previous show to end and the new one to begin. Surprisingly, I was the only person in the theater, which looked to be able to accommodate maybe 20 or 30 people. It was sort of funny to sit there in the dark and essentially have a private showing of the movie that told Selig’s story!
Photos weren’t permitted in the theater itself, but I did snap this recreation of Selig’s office on the way out:
The Selig Experience is free to enter, although depending on when you arrive, you may have to wait for a few minutes in line. I highly recommend it, and while I don’t have to give its secrets away, I’ll tell you that it’s more than just a movie.
After leaving the theater, I went down to an area behind the Pirates bullpen, where I had this noteworthy view:
OK, so the view itself might not seem overly noteworthy, but the players are noteworthy to me. The outfielder is Jordan Luplow, who I’ve seen at three different levels of the minors in my travels dating back to 2014. I saw him with the:
As for Nick Kingham, the player in the bullpen, I also saw him in the minors last season as a member of the Indianapolis Indians. If you remember the snowy game that I attended in Syracuse in April, Kingham was the starting pitcher in that one.
I absolutely love following the careers of players I see in the minors, and this is especially true when I’ve had the fortune of seeing certain guys at multiple levels.
Midway through the game, I once again went back to the upper deck and found a seat that gave me this view:
That’s where I remained for the rest of the contest, and was soon back in my hotel room, enjoying the nighttime view of Miller Park in the distance.